OUR HAPPINESS, OUR CHOICE

Lovers are right where we reside
Until breathing is intensely labored
Lovers throw tantrums
Until the bubbles inside leave
There’s rage, there’s joy
There’s water and there’s fire
She’s been there, and she’s been here
In fire, water, rage and lovers
Ignore joy and happiness
There’s fire that cleanses
Water that burns like rage,
And lovers you can’t see
There’s happiness we choose to ignore
Like I said before
There are lovers you can’t see
Combined, they are enemies
They argue until breathing is labored
All the while, ignore to satisfy happiness
Throw tantrums, fumes
And burn like water.

Victor Oyedele